Kamna's Blog

I heard you twice  I liked that you seemed okay with me being quiet Last I checked, my fingers and yours seemed perfectly intertwined This morning, the sky feels renewed and there's a draft that plunges into the bare feet of these unclean windows The birds have colluded and my tranquil tantrum feels wrongfully disbursed and willfully discarded  I'm not ready yet And the mynahs could care less The orchestra I didn't ask for, ruining my own wicked orchestration  So I try to forego my stubbornness Attempt to seek solace in what I can't control 

Very self aware this morning Of being watched while I watch my reflection Accepting of these unruly flyaways They're uniquely mine Not at all happy about that very angry inflated boil near my piercing Beginning to make peace with that wrinkle forming from smiling too much  Exquisitely distracted by tender eyelid folds because they remind me of another pair I adore Conscious all of a sudden as I just noticed that awful post makeup morning after eye gunk Pleased at how well matched my earphones and kaftan is